Hi, I'm Diane. I'm not too fond of doing narrations or speaking about my experiences but; I just recently turned 20 in January and I'm a black sassy gal from the Caribbean- or at least I wish I was sassy. I live in Canada and I've had some trouble getting around and meeting new people. My work isn't much- administration, all women. Tired and Hell-bent on not meeting anyone new for the past 2 years and not even remotely getting laid; I got fed up with all my dildos and sybians and any other kinky shit that doesn't work for me anymore. So here's my story.
"I joined a website," I told Kenny.
"But why Diane, a hot gal like you doesn't need to find a man over the net," He tried to cheer me up. Kenny was a good friend from back home that I just happened to have kept in touch with over the years. We dated a couple times and fucked even more, but for me that just wasn't enough. There's something about the way I am that made me want more.
"Hold on Kenny," I closed my browser for a bit "I have an IM."
"Diane," he pleaded "don't put me on hold for that..." but it was too late, I had already stopped viewing webcam with him. These days I wonder where my morality and sense of value had gone but then when I do, I stop worrying and then just fuck it. Literally.
It was time; I turned down my lights and applied my make-up. Putting on one of those skimpy little mesh red lace things they sell at "Aren't we Naughty" with the stockings and Stilettos and all the other little leather and spandex things- I got dressed. I knew for sure that all the guys that we're on the website were just looking for a quick and random "roll in the sack" but frankly, between you and me, that's all I wanted too.
I push your buttons, you push mine- inevitably a win-win situation. Co-incidentally the guy I was doing the show for, didn't live that far from me, or so he said.
"Hey baby," he smiled as I positioned the webcam to give a full view of me. It was embarrassing, but that very fact sent tingles and shivers down my spine. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and other parts I dare not disclose as yet. My adrenaline booming to its maximum, I tried to ease the tension by talking to him a bit.
I had one of those bar stools in my room; so sitting on it, I positioned myself in such a way that he could get a full view of my crotch and laced red panties on his screen. Bending down a bit, I juggled my B- cup, nothing big but I've never had any complaints; everyone loves a handful.
"So, John," I licked my lips "Why are you single?" John was the first guy to message me after I joined the dating website- we've never met but I feel so comfortable talking to him that I can't help but want to do more. In addition he hasn't failed in making me want him even more- I mean, look at the situation I'm in now.
"I'm waiting for you dark chocolate," he smiled at me. I looked at him long and hard through the webcam- his profile was just as stated. He was a booming 6ft3", Caucasian male, 190lbs, 35 years old, occasional smoker and drinker and he worked in Construction. I don't know about you but he had me at 6ft 3"; I've honestly never dated a white guy but I've had sex with them and let me tell you- that is the best piece of ass I ever got; pardon my French. Those dudes are beyond freaky (no offense to any other race).
As I started my little strip tease for John, I began thinking.
"Why don't we meet up somewhere?" without hesitation, I said exactly what I was thinking
"Ok, sure" I saw him give a sneaky smile "bus station in 10 minutes." Without further adieu, he signed out.
Well I'm sure I said before that he's 15 years older than me, he's white, we've never met and he doesn't live that far from me. Do I trust him? I don't know....Do I want to get laid? Hell yes. So my train or pattern of thought was minimal in this situation. Sad but true and just to make me even hornier and wetter than I already was thinking about it- I decided to dress like a hooker. How do you do that? Well you know what I have on, so just cover it up with a trench coat. Ta-Da. Turning my webcam off, I grabbed my keys and out the door I went. I could be meeting a rapist for all I know but I didn't care.
I hopped into my car and drove to the nearest bus stop around the block and there stood a man, dressed as suspiciously as I, waiting. I didn't have a phone number for John, I don't know exactly where he lives- except that its close (according to him), and I don't know if the stuff I know about him is the truth or all lies. I got out of the car, after putting it in park and turning off the engine. Heading towards the bus shed, I looked around for any suspicious behaviour or people. The scenario was eerie like a 1970's mystery movie. There was one light over the shed and it flickered on and off at the most opportune moments. The road was wet from the night dew, and I could hear my heels ticking like a clock as I walked towards the lone figure.
"It's been a while," he whispered in a husky voice as I drew near- as if we've known each other for so long.
"Yeah," I gulped- all of a sudden, I had a frog in my throat. So many things raced through my head that could happen right then and now.
"We're getting on the next train," he smiled as she showed me two tickets
"It's 2am, where are we going?" I asked puzzled. Who sneaks out this early, gets on a train and goes somewhere to have sex?
"We're going on the train," he repeated, and as I rolled his words over and over in my head, I got the gist of what he was saying.
Its 2am in the morning, who on earth would be taking the train at this time? But there are people who do...we were taking it after all.
When we boarded, to my surprise there were a handful of people on it and I began to wonder- how long the ride was (pun intended) and if they were all there for the same reason I was or otherwise?
I've never been on a train before but the seating sure was convenient. It was like- most of the chairs were joint benches facing forward and those that weren't ran along the sides, and those that weren't, faced each other. Kind of like the bus I suppose- well they were coming out with new buses, so I guess new trains too.
John grabbed my hand and he led me to the very back. We sat down, I sat at the window and he beside; since the seat blocked us perfectly that way. I gave the area a brief scan- there was an elderly woman (but of course, there has to be one) though she was dozing off; there was a young boy and his girlfriend- early teens, they seemed to be waaay into each other to notice anything else around them; and there was a middle aged man who was obviously watching us, like really "watching us". I could feel his eyes on me, stripping and devouring me. Just then I felt a hand up my leg, it was John. It sent shivers down my spine and I shuddered as I grabbed him where he was hard. It had been so long since I felt one of those and it felt so real, I couldn't contain my excitement.
"You're a dirty little whore aren't you," he smiled at me, showing his pearly white teeth as he flicked his finger over my nose.
"Are you going to punish me?" I gave a sneaky smile; I just loved when guys talked dirty. It gets my alternate personality going.
"You can start by cleaning up the mess you made," he said pulling King Kong out of his sweatpants; stroking the pre-cum from himself he put his finger to my lips. I'm not going to lie- it tasted so good, I couldn't spit it out. I began moaning and sucking his fingers off longing for more. Then I realised, the whole package was at my fingertips.
At that moment, everything around me vanished and the only thing in my view was his rock hard cock in my hands.
There was no more hesitation, I lowered my head and began to lick the head, cleaning up the cum he had missed, moaning a bit as I tasted the sweet milk. Making tiny circles, I let my juices run wild onto him from the tip of the head to the base of his balls. He was clean and shaven and I couldn't help putting his nuts in my mouth and nibbling on them. He tilted his head back and I could kind off see his eyes from underneath his cap. As I tried to look up at him, the position became uncomfortable. So, stopping a bit, I got up and stooped between his legs. I placed his hands at the back of my head and neck as I now began to go down on him. Rubbing my lips against his shaft as my drool couldn't contain itself; I unconsciously flooded his cock, making it so slippery it glistened.
When I looked up at him once more, he was gritting his teeth and clenching his fists; but all I was doing was lapping my tongue on his head as I sucked him off. I didn't know what it was doing to him but I'm glad he liked it.
"Stop, please," he moaned "let me fuck you now."
